STORY EXCERPT

Charlie sobbed in relief as his owner left him without the usual beatings that often accompanied such outings. Cole Murphy was a monster, and could be relied upon to bring discomfort, terror, and pain whenever he was around. The fact that Cole, who’d forced Charlie to refer to him as “sir”, had left with luggage told Charlie he had time to escape if he could only figure out a way out of the cage he’d been locked into.

He was hungry, his belly rumbling as sir hadn’t bothered to feed him, and he was naked, since sir didn’t like him clothed. His excuse was that Charlie didn’t deserve to be clothed, since he was such a disobedient pet, but Charlie thought the reason was most likely that sir didn’t want to buy Charlie anything that might come in useful for an escape bid. Though Charlie also figured that sir had so much contempt for him, that he probably didn’t think Charlie was capable of thinking for himself. Sir was in for a surprise.

Waiting for over an hour, to be certain that sir didn’t return, he shifted into his cheetah form and used his claws to try to pick the lock on the cage, to no avail. Frustrated, he shifted back and tried prying the bars apart, then kicked the door repeatedly, ignoring the pain. Whatever he tried failed, and he had the uncomfortable feeling he might die in the small apartment where he’d been held prisoner for two years.

Curling into a ball in the corner of the cage, he wept.

* * * *

Cole cursed as he fled with two small suitcases, flinging them into his sporty SUV and roaring off down the road, through town, and out onto the highway toward the ferry terminal. He’d been made, dammit, and would have to find somewhere else to set up house. He’d need a new pet. His old one had become a liability and he didn’t need the excess baggage.

He cursed his half-brothers, too, who’d shown more gumption than he would have expected, tracking him down to his location in the small town not far from Skagway, Alaska.

Close enough to Cutler’s Cove that he could keep watch on the shifter known as Baxter. Far enough that he’d thought he couldn’t be tracked. He blamed Jones and the Smythes for the failure to protect him. He should have been off the radar completely, but he knew, from monitoring his emails, that his source inside the Shifter Protection Agency had discovered intel that the agency was on his trail. Close enough that Cole had packed his gear and lit out as soon as he’d gotten the uncomfortable news.

He decided to head south, away from Anchorage and the trouble that was brewing. It would bring him closer still to Cutler’s Cove, which he liked. They would have no clue how close he was. He supposed he could always head into Canada, but he had a possible safe house in mind, near Juneau, that could be perfect for his needs. He’d need to fit out a small lab, but he was good at blending in and would have no trouble gathering supplies along the way. He was a certified chemist. His benefactors had made sure of it.

Smiling now that he was on his way, he spared no more thoughts to the pet he’d left behind, not caring that he’d given that pet no means of escape, only a terrible, long-drawn-out way to die.

* * * *

Three days after Cole had deserted his apartment, leaving his pet inside with no food or water in the heat of high summer, Diablo Sanchez and his crew, Sammy and Drake, kicked in the door to a small apartment above a pharmacy close to the town of Skagway.

Diablo cursed as he smelled the stench of urine and feces and viewed the slender figure of a man locked inside a thickly barred cage complete with large padlock. The man was naked, covered in aging bruises, bite marks, burn marks, and what looked like needle marks.

Before trying to help the poor guy, Diablo had his crew search the apartment, knowing that it was empty but for the victim inside the cage, but needing to be sure there were no other prisoners.

“Clear, boss,” Drake said as he came back into the living room that had a small kitchenette attached. There were three doors leading off into a tiny laboratory, bathroom, and master bedroom.

“Clear,” Sammy echoed, returning too.

“Let’s help this guy out of here,” Diablo said. “He looks in a bad way.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“When you said you wanted to kiss me, I didn’t realize you meant kissing my dick,” Diablo gasped out, head thrown back in bliss.

“I want to kiss every inch of you,” Charlie said, and trailed a line of kisses along Diablo’s rigid cock. “We don’t have anywhere to be, do we?”

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Diablo asked, trying to think around the passion blasting his brain. “You nearly died yesterday.”

“Locked and loaded, George!” Charlie’s giggles were suddenly muffled as he began to kiss his way up along Diablo’s treasure trail to his hairy chest. “I love that you don’t shave here. It’s gorgeous.”

Diablo surrendered willingly to Charlie’s ministrations, lying back against the plump pillows and letting Charlie have fun with his body, which had just become Charlie’s playground. He closed his eyes, listening through the roaring in his ears to Charlie’s little hums of pleasure, the smacking of his lips against Diablo’s pecs, then arched his back as Charlie focused on his taut nipples, chewing and sucking with abandon.

Diablo had never been with a lover so enthusiastic. It was a revelation, and so arousing he was losing his mind. Charlie’s hands were engaged with tormenting Diablo’s fat dick, pumping up and down, with a little twist, just the way he liked it.

“You’re driving me insane,” Diablo gasped.

“Goody. I like having you at my mercy,” the sexy shifter said, trailing a path of kisses and nips and nuzzles back down to Diablo’s cock.

Diablo tensed a little, trying to hold back, but couldn’t, spurting hard and hot into Charlie’s open mouth as he came.

“Delicious!” Charlie giggled after swallowing the load and licking his lips.

He moved up Diablo’s big body, straddling him, and presented his own cock for Diablo to taste. Opening wide, Diablo felt Charlie’s cock slide between his lips, and sucked the plump tip, tasting pre-cum as it oozed from the slit. Charlie groaned loudly, then began to move, fucking Diablo’s mouth in a slow, steady rhythm.

Diablo lay back and enjoyed the taste of Charlie, who ramped up the rhythm to a driving tempo, the scent of him teasing Diablo’s nostrils as his balls slapped against Diablo’s chin with each stroke.